Chapter 50: Trouble comes from the mouth

A few years ago, before the Pei family got into trouble, Pei Lingyun painted a picture of lychees at a lychee banquet and presented it to the emperor, which was praised by everyone.

But no one dared to speak at this time.

The dancers had already left, and the string music had stopped.

The banquet fell silent for a moment.

Everyone heard this, but pretended not to hear it.

Princess Ning'an looked at Concubine Shu with doubt: "Mother——"

Concubine Shu covered her daughter's mouth with a handkerchief.

A cloud of rain gathered between Murong Yu's brows, and he looked at the person who spoke with a dark look.

From a distance, the man's hair and beard were all white, and his face was red with the smell of alcohol.

Eunuch Wang bent down and whispered, "Your Majesty, that is the Grand Secretary Song Yan."

The name Song Yan flashed through Murong Yu's mind, and then he remembered who this person was.

When the late emperor was in his early years, the national treasury was empty, and he sold official positions and titles to fill the treasury.

The Song family has been engaged in business for several generations, and they are well versed in the Taoism of Tao and Zhu, and have become extremely wealthy.

Song Yan donated a large sum of money and bought a fourth-rank official position.

It is said that the amount of gold and silver Song Yan donated was enough to build half of Chang'an City. The late emperor was very pleased and allowed him to serve as an official for life.

This happened forty years ago. When Song Yan bought the official position, he was nearly fifty years old and in poor health. Everyone thought he would not live for many more years, so he bought the position so that he would have no regrets after his death.

No one expected that after Song Yan was promoted to an official rank, his health became stronger and stronger, and he actually lived to be over eighty years old, which was equivalent to the age of two lifetimes of the late emperor!

Even now, he can still get drunk and jump around at palace banquets.

The official sitting next to Song Yan pushed Song Yan in a cold sweat, trying to remind him to shut up.

But Song Yan was completely oblivious, his mind completely muddled and he had forgotten what day it was.

"Where is Lord Pei? Why didn't I see Lord Pei and Young Master Lingyun come to the banquet today?"

He Tingfang stood up and angrily scolded Song Yan:

"Lord Song is getting old and confused. The criminal Pei Dingli committed treason and rebellion. The emperor has already dealt with him!"

When Song Yan heard this, his eyes froze for a moment. The lychee in his hand fell to the ground and was then crushed by his messy footsteps.

"Master Pei...Master Pei is dead..."

Song Yan raised his glass in grief and slammed the table in anger:

"Lord Pei is a leader of the upright officials and a role model for all officials. He will never do anything that would bring shame upon the people of Dayu."

"The imperial court has lost such a pillar of its people. This is truly a tragedy for Dayu!"

"This cup of lychee wine is a toast to the spirit of Master Pei..."

Song Yan raised his hand and spilled the wine on the ground.

Everyone at the table had different expressions.

The official sitting next to Song Yan was sweating profusely and didn't dare to raise his head.

The emperor, empress and concubine Shu, who were sitting at the top, all had dark complexions.

The Crown Prince, Ning An and other princes and princesses were confused.

Murong Xun drank gulp after gulp of wine, and He Yan frowned and pressed his wine glass.

Murong Di lowered his head and stuffed the cake into his mouth desperately to prevent anyone from seeing his red eyes.

"Song Yan! How dare you speak such disrespectful words in front of the Emperor?"

He Tingfang was furious. He couldn't bear to hear anyone say good things about Pei Dingli.

Pei Dingli was praised so highly when he was alive, but now he is a dead man who died in punishment for his crime. Why is he being remembered like this?

Today he will let everyone see the consequences of speaking up for Pei Dingli.

He Tingfang turned to Murong Yu:

"Your Majesty, Song Yan has behaved immorally in front of the emperor and has spoken evil words—"

Bang! He Tingfang was hit on the back of his head by a heavy object. He felt a dull pain and suddenly felt dizzy and fell forward.

At the same time, a wine jug shattered on the ground.

Behind him, Song Yan, who was barely able to stand, was still throwing the wine jug:

"He Tingfang, you bastard, shut up!"

"I'm not wrong!"

The palace maids and eunuchs hurried to help He Tingfang.

The imperial guards rushed forward and surrounded Song Yan.

Murong Yu's face was gloomy, his eyes were full of storms, and he clenched his wine glass tightly:

"Song Yan, you mean you are not wrong, and I am wrong?"

Song Yan took two staggering steps, picked up a pot of wine on someone else's table and poured it into his mouth, wetting his white beard.

In his eyes, Murong Yu, wearing a dragon robe, turned into a bright yellow ball:

"It's...it's you, you're wrong!"

"You brainless dog emperor... I've disliked you for a long time."

Murong Yu slammed the table and stood up: "How dare you! I think you are tired of living!"

"Come here, take him to the Dali Temple!"

Song Yan was not afraid when he heard this. He seemed to be very drunk, but also very sober. He laughed dryly twice:

"Your Majesty, Dayu will be defeated by you sooner or later!"

"I'm going to go have a drink with Master Pei now!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He drank the last sip of wine and fell backwards, being caught by the guards.

Song Yan closed his eyes leisurely and contentedly.

There was still a smile on his rosy face.

When the guards checked his breath, they were surprised to find that he was dead.

"Your Majesty, Lord Song has...passed away."

Murong Yu: ...

Doctor Liu stood up to check Song Yan's pulse and soon came to the same conclusion:

"Your Majesty, Song Yan has passed away."

The expressions of all the civil and military officials on the scene collapsed at this moment.

Today is really an eye-opener!

Who can live like Song Yan in this life?

When he was young, he was the richest man in the world; when he was middle-aged, he was an official with leisurely life; when he was old, he lived a long and healthy life.

He beat the Minister of the Central Secretariat with his own hands and scolded the emperor to his face.

And then died beautifully when it was time to suffer? ! !

He died in peace and comfort after having a good meal and a good drink!

The timing of this death was too coincidental.

In contrast, He Tingfang, who was covering his head, was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

He worked hard to reach a high position so that he could hold power and no one would dare to bully him.

The old man Song Yan actually scolded and hit him in front of everyone.

He Tingfang thought to himself: Okay, you will go to the underworld quickly.

I will send all the members of your Song family to the underworld and reunite with them.

Clang——

The cups and plates at the head of the table were swept to the ground.

Murong Yu's eyes were like cold blades:

"Song Yan's outrageous words are a crime of great disrespect; his defense for the rebels is as bad as conspiracy to rebel."

"I hereby decree that the entire Song family be exiled, their wealth confiscated, and their descendants forever forbidden from returning to the capital!"

After saying this, Murong Yu turned away.

The lychee banquet ended just like that, and the officials and their families hurriedly left the palace, not daring to stay any longer.

Murong Wan and Murong Ming followed closely behind Murong Xun and He Yan.

It was the first time they saw the emperor's uncle so angry, and his overwhelming power made them afraid to speak.

Only after arriving at the palace gate and getting on the carriage did Murong Wan finally let out the breath she had been holding.

Murong Wan: "Father, which family is the Pei family? Why is the emperor's uncle so angry?"

Murong Xun did not answer, but supported his head with his hands, as if he was also drunk.

Murong Ming came over, eyes wide open:

"Grandfather just now said Pei He was a traitor. Were all the members of the Pei family beheaded?"

He Yan said coldly: "Of course your uncle is angry. The Pei family committed a serious crime and they are all dead by now..."

"Shut up!" Murong Xun suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

Murong Wan and Murong Ming were frightened by their father, who never spoke harshly to them before.

He Yan hugged the two children in her arms and glared back, gritted her teeth:

"Why are you so angry at us, mother and son? It's not us who convicted the Pei family."

Murong Xun clenched his fists, with no place to vent the bitter regret wrapped in cowardice.

"parking!"

Murong Xun lifted the curtain of the carriage and walked out without looking back.

The hot and humid night wind blew into the car.

Murong Wan hugged He Yan's waist and felt her mother's body seemed to be trembling.

She looked up.

A tear fell on my forehead.

He Yan held her daughter's delicate face, tears welling up in her eyes, regret and hatred in her eyes:

"Wan'er, remember this.

When you grow up, you must never marry someone like your father."